Whoosh! Frank swung the machete downward but stopped sharply just in front of the goon's face.

The goon was immediately terrified and wet himself right then.

"Get out!" Frank then bellowed, looking around-he only stopped because there were plenty of students around, and he would traumatize them if he went on a killing spree.

And having seen what happened, the goons understood that Frank could fight and could even be a martial artist.

Small fries like them would never pose a threat to him and would only get crippled for life.

With that in mind, every hired goon began to flee, not bothered by Bill screaming at the top of his lungs, "Stop, you pricks! I didn't pay you to be cowards! Get him!" He even caught one of the fleeing goons, clenching on his sleeve and refusing to let him run.

staring as Frank started toward him

you!" he bellowed and swung his machete at

to the floor, grabbing his arm, while the goon

the students

Frank, looking like they

were fleeing for their lives, with one

he was on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm while cursing the bastards who ran

Frank growled coolly as he plucked Bill off

Winter's hair as soon as he

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